Innocence Lost

Waking suddenly in a cold sweat from a deep dreamless night fighting for breath was becoming the norm for Dawn Winstrum lately. She looked at her LED clock. Three fifteen a.m. was brightly glaring at her in turquoise shaded numbers from the side table by her bed. Turning on the light upon said table, she hid her face in her hands with knees pulled up to her chest holding back tears. ‘This has got to stop,’ she thought scolding herself. It was going on three weeks now since she had had an uninterrupted night of sleep.

She sighed. Getting up to change her soaked sheets, pillows, and blankets. Putting the sweat laden ones in the wash adding her drenched sleep ware too. Then heading for the shower to clean up before trying to get back to sleep. This had become a huge late night routine.

While the steaming water flowed over her dark long curly brunette hair she closed her eyes. Water slowly cascading over her thin model like chiseled facial features as she stared up to the shower head. Her face contained perfectly formed dark brown eye-brows, long natural dark brown curling eye-lashes, protecting bright lilac eyes with slight flecks of gold. Water sliding down to thin aristocratic Greek style nose, yet petite among her other features. Droplets forming at the end of perfectly formed lips; not to thin or too full; with the upper one slightly open and continuing to drip to the small shelf of a chin. The cheekbones were high angling back as if perfectly sculpted by a craftsman for one of the Ancient Greek goddess statues. The same could be said about her jawline that lead back to dainty ears. When she smiled there were deep dimples in the center of flawless skinned cheeks. Her facial skin was soft, youthfully tight, devoid of any usual common, environmental blemishes. Rare for one in her age group.

The neck was average for her size, yet to some it would have seemed small or nonexistent. But then her skeletal frame was on the small size. Only stretching from head to toe approximately five foot two twelve/sixteenth inches to five foot five inches, or anywhere in between, of her entirely symmetrical baby soft skinned body. Her skin was stretched tautly over well developed and maintained muscles, of one who keeps in shape. Her chest supporting well formed perky breasts that were a C-cup. They were muscular yet thoroughly formed with not a bit of sag. Her legs were those of dancers, firm, muscular, and nicely formed. Her hips were nicely curved to the precise size of her chest above with her waist sucking in about three to four inches in between both.

She was not skin and bones teetering on bulimia like most young women of her generation. Nor was she heavy, fat, or pleasantly plump. No she was exactly the shape and size she should be for her age and height. Though her well developed muscles made her weight seem all off from her appearance. She took many muscle building classes. Engaged in activities that made sure she was in prime shape. Ballet and tap dancing were mixed in with her yoga and marshal arts training outside of her curricular studies. While swimming, archery, and shooting were more within her college curriculum. Swimming fulfilled her P.E. requirements. Where archery and shooting she did as competitive sports. Horse riding was in there somewhere more for relaxation than sport however. Though she did complete at times when requested. Hence the well developed musculature state of her body.

Turning off the water after she was scrubbed and properly rinsed, she left the shower heading back into her room to dry off. Quickly brushing out her hair then braiding it for the night. Dawn found a summer cotton mini sheer nightie to sleep in. Sliding back under her clean covers she tried to return to sleep before her morning alarm rang four hours later.

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This story will contain a scene dealing with the delicate subject of sexual nature abuse with a minor. There is only one such scene.

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